"What if he was with the men who attacked us! He didn't supply those guns, we know that. Raul took his guns. The hacienda of Primavera has been burned. I saw it in the Ciudad Guzman newspaper. Did Pedro do that, too? He can't be everywhere."
"I saw him here," said Raul.
"It's a good thing you had guards posted," said Velasco.
"We'd have lost the place without them," said Raul, rolling a bandage. "I'll have to hand out more guns. There are still some in the game room."
"Keep men on the walls and in the turrets," said Gabriel.
Dr. Velasco's goatee quivered over a wounded youngster. "Can't you hold still? Damn you!" he grumbled.
Instrument in hand, the thin wrist swiveling, he probed for a fragment.
"I feel it," he said.
The youngster moaned.
"Shut up," Velasco said, on edge. "Somebody light me a cigarette."